"Village Chief, I've been feeling a little weak recently. Could you please prescribe some medicine for me?" Song Lezi asked in a flattering tone.
"Your face is dull and your eyes are tired, just be more restrained!" Bu Fan glanced at Song Laizi.
"Village Chief, I can't help myself. You will understand when you marry a beautiful wife! Sometimes, it is not a good thing for a wife to be too beautiful.
As the old saying goes, there are only exhausted cows in the world and no damaged land. Why am I working so hard?!" Song Leizi sighed.
Bu Fan: "..."
I'm sorry, this is how you use your involuntary control?
besides.
What does the last sentence mean?
Fang Cheng and Zhang Long are both adults.
Naturally, he understood the conversation between Bu Fan and Song Leizi, and his face looked a little strange.
They actually felt the same way about Song Lezi's words.
"I didn't expect that your husband is a master of the apricot forest!"
Fang Cheng didn't know what to say, but when he heard that Bu Fan could help people see a doctor, he immediately flattered him.
"It goes without saying that our village chief is the miracle doctor of our village. There is no disease that he can't cure!" Song Lezi said proudly.
Miracle doctor?
Fang Cheng was stunned.
Before coming, he knew from Zhang Longkou that there was a miracle doctor in Noao Village, but he didn't expect that this miracle doctor was actually in front of him.
"These are just touted by the villagers and cannot be taken seriously!" Bu Fan waved his hand.
Fang Cheng doesn't think so anymore. Being able to become a Confucian cultivator is certainly not an ordinary person.
"Village Chief, my future happiness, Song Laizi, is all in your hands!"
Song Lezi opened his big watery eyes and looked at him with a pleading look on his face.
Bu Fan felt like the hairs on his hair were standing on end.
How terrifying!
[Mission: Song Leizi’s happiness]
[Task introduction:**********]
[Task reward: 200,000 experience points]
【Accept!Reject!】
Why is there no word in this mission introduction?
Has it been harmonized?
Or is the system too lazy to introduce it?
Forget it, since Song Leizi only got a wife at a young age, let's help him.
"Xiao Luren, go to my room and take out my four treasures!" Bu Fan waved his hand.
"Okay, Master!"
Little Luren immediately ran towards the house.
"You two, wait a moment!" Bu Fan said.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
Fang Cheng and Zhang Long shook their heads hurriedly, but they were extremely excited.
It is a rare occasion to see a Confucian writing with his own eyes.
…
Soon, Xiao Luren took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and put it on the table.
"Sir, let me sharpen the ink!"
Seeing Bu Fan spreading rice paper on the table, Fang Cheng hurried forward and said excitedly.
"Um!"
Bu Fan sighed.
Secular scholars still value knowledge and calligraphy.
After Fang Cheng finished grinding the ink, Bu Fan picked up the pen, his expression instantly serious, and his temperament changed accordingly.
Dressed in white, with long black hair, and a tall and straight figure, he exudes a sense of elegance and elegance, like an immortal who has been demoted to the mortal world.
Fang Cheng and Zhang Long held their breaths.
At this moment, the young man in white in front of them looked like a saint, exuding an inviolable brilliance.
Song Laizi on the side was also a little stunned.
Usually the village chief is not so exaggerated.
In the past, when he came to ask for a prescription, the village chief would just grab a pen, dip it in some saliva, and write on the straw.
But today it seems like there is a different person.
Not only is the ink polished, but it also uses such good rice paper.
Bu Fan didn't know what Song Leizi was thinking.
He was still extremely satisfied with the appearance of Fang Cheng and Zhang Long.
In fact, he just wanted to show off.
There is no way, there are too few people in the village who can understand his calligraphy.
It's not easy to wait for such a calligraphy enthusiast. How can he be worthy of his full level of calligraphy, chess, calligraphy and painting if he doesn't show off.
Pick up the pen.
Dip ink.
Put pen to paper.
I started writing on the rice paper like dragons and phoenixes.
Everything is done in one go, without any sloppiness.
…
"good!"
Bu Fan put away his pen, glanced at the rice paper on the table, and nodded with satisfaction, "Take it, this is a prescription for strengthening your body, it will be useful to you!"
"Thank you, village chief!"
Song Leizi hurriedly took the prescription, looking extremely excited.
"Can this strong man show me this prescription?"
Fang Cheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and stepped forward.
"for you!"
Song Leizi thought that Fang Cheng was also a fellow practitioner, so he showed the prescription to Fang Cheng unceremoniously.
Fang Cheng took the prescription and looked at the writings on the paper. They were flowing like clouds and flowing water, strong and free, like a runaway horse flying through the sky.
What kind of prescription is this? It is clearly a piece of calligraphy that can be handed down from generation to generation.
Moreover, what shocked Fang Cheng even more was that this prescription had a faint air of elegance.
Zhang Long didn't know calligraphy, but he could see that the handwriting on the prescription was different from other people's.
Bu Fan was not surprised by Fang Cheng's shock.
After all, most scholars are obsessed with calligraphy, and they have the utmost respect for people with extremely high attainments in calligraphy.
As for his calligraphy, he is still somewhat confident.
"I've seen enough, I'm still rushing to get some medicine!"
Song Leizi urged: "If you have any problems in that area, you can tell our village chief. We don't have to have anything, but there are so many prescriptions like this!"
Bu Fan: "..."
He said this as if he had some kind of hobby.
Fang Cheng reluctantly returned the prescription to Song Lezi.
Why should such a good thing be given to this rough man?
For some reason, he had a vague feeling that as long as he could understand the handwriting on this prescription, he might not be unable to become a Confucian cultivator.
"Your Excellency also studies calligraphy?" Bu Fan said with a smile.
Although he knew that the other party was the magistrate of Luoyang County, he didn't say anything, so he naturally didn't reveal it.
"I understand a little bit!!"
Fang Cheng naturally didn't dare to show off his little knowledge.
After all, those who can become Confucian cultivators are all knowledgeable and talented people. Showing off calligraphy in front of Confucian cultivators is no different from reading the Book of Songs in front of saints.
"Let's talk about it some time?" Bu Fan said with a smile.
Fang Cheng was stunned.
comminicate?
He didn't really think that this Confucian cultivator really wanted to exchange calligraphy with him.
Could it be...
Everyone wanted to give this Confucian cultivator a chance.
You should know that being able to communicate and discuss with a Confucian cultivator is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing for a scholar like him who has no background.
"I can't ask for it! I can't ask for it." Fang Cheng's face turned red with excitement.
Bu Fan's mouth twitched.
Is there any need to be so excited?
Moreover, he was just being polite. Does Fang Cheng really want to communicate with him in the future?
However, it's not impossible to show off in front of others occasionally.
"By the way, why do you two want to see me?"
Bu Fan didn't waste any time. He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. "I see that the two of you are not dressed like ordinary people."
"Sir, you have great eyesight!"
Fang Cheng had no intention of hiding anything.
In fact, when he came to Naomo Village, he only had a tentative attitude.
He just didn't expect that this gentleman from the Extraordinary Academy was really a Confucian cultivator as he thought. How could he not be excited?